In planting a garden, my wife and I went out to water a few tomato plants we’d already dropped in. While watering, I looked over and deer tracks already adorned the well tilled soil. My wife was nice enough to point out there were plenty of tracks. Just after I said “Well if Ruger” (our dog, name changed to protect the innocent) “would keep the deer out of here instead of playing with them!”
No sooner had I finished saying that and my wife says “Well look!” and I’ll be darned if the dog hadn’t located a young deer in the neighbors tall grass and chased it into the woods.
Maybe the world is almost done with a major correction after all?
A friend lived in the outer banks of NC and his wife was from the mountains. She wanted a garden, but the sandy soil wouldn’t produce much so he bought 5 dump trucks worth of topsoil. The first year the deer got almost everything.
Second year he enclosed the garden with a six-foot high chain link fence, but the deer jumped over it as if it wasn’t there.
Third year he doubled the height to twelve feet and would tell everyone about his $100 salads she served for dinner.
Spent a half hour with a torch looking for the earwigs that were eating newly planted tomato plants just 20 minutes ago.